Quotes About Capture

A portrait is a painting with something wrong with the mouth.

Time flies... scrapbook it.

We stayed here for only a few hours. We rested and went on. But the camera snatched this fraction of a second from the eternal flow of time and froze it forever. At this moment we didn't know that in a few hours we would fall into an ambush. At this moment, while we were filling our canteens from the stream, we didn't yet know that we would stay in the mountains for three days without a drop of water. We didn't yet know anything …

The world just does not fit conveniently into the format of a 35mm camera.

Cinema's characteristic forte is its ability to capture and communicate the intimacies of the human mind.

The ultimate pitch for an era of short attention spans begins with a single word - and doesn't go any further.

Photography has escalated almost exponentially! It is a language which covers almost every aspect of communication; factual and expressive.

That's the way I learned photography: You make your picture in the camera. Now, so much is made in the computer. ... I'm not anti-digital, I just think, for me, film works better.

Q: Do you really distance yourself from your subject? I mean, what would you do if you were presented with a young girl burning to death? A: About 1/60 at f5.6.

The camera itself, the photograph itself, calls up death.

The only way to kill death is through photography.

When the camera starts to roll, there is something of death about it.

A good notion for a novel is far too precious to waste; it must be caught the moment it flashes into mental view, or it will escape to the brain of some other writer who really doesn't deserve it.

I had a camera. My parents had given me a really good camera last Christmas.

Besides, Shane said I want to see Monica's face when she catches sight of the two of you. Kodak moment.

He's got a chloroform-soaked rag in one hand, and before Judy realizes what's happening, the dude is all over her like fat on cheese.

I loved to press the shutter, to freeze time, to turn little slices of life into rectangle rife with metaphor.

This particular patient was lying on his back, under the lantern, his working eye half closed, singing to himself in German. He desisted when I came in, and turned his head to see who it was, blinking at sight of my armament. "Are we expecting imminent invasion and capture?" he asked, sitting up. "Lie back down. No, this is Jamie being provident.

He moved naturally. Only the tension in his shoulders suggested otherwise. Her hand closed involuntarily, feeling for an absent pencil, feeling the stroke of the line that would capture that tiny sense of unease, the jarring note that would draw the observer closer, closer still, wondering what it was about this scene of pastoral grace.

THE FRENCHMAN'S GOLD We found Jocasta Cameron Innes on the window seat in her room, clad in her chemise, bound hand and foot with strips of bed linen, and absolutely scarlet-faced with fury. I had no time to take further note of her condition, for Duncan Innes, clad for the night in

A smartphone is great for when one person is documenting another thing or another person doing something.

Draw what you see.

I photograph anything that light falls on.